I know that technically, this is a “WINGS” song, but we all know this is all Paul McCartney. Not that it matters, but if I hear this song once it’s in my head for the rest of the week. I can’t prove it, but I bet Paul knew what he was doing when he wrote this.
Tag: Earworm Wednesday
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Earworm Wednesday: Your Heart, I Will Not Break
No real shock or surprise here, the line that gets stuck in my head is “Don’t go breaking my heart.”
Every since I was little, the song did come out the year I was born, this has always been a cheesy, non-offensive bit of 70’s pop music. Harmless to the point of slight annoyance, it is rather charming thing to sing this to your significant other while in the midst of a playful argument. But as time has gone on, what this song really reminds me of now is how my mother would put the radio on in the morning when she’d wake me up for school. She’s bop around to top 40’s music as she made my breakfast and sack lunch for school. A meaningless at the time moment, that I bitter sweetly miss now.
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Earworm Wednesday: Bird and Being It
First of all, I love The Bird and The Bee and if you don’t know them, you should know them.
Second, their album Recreational Love is amazing and you should listen to it.
Third, one of their best songs is on a tribute album to Hall and Oats called “Heard it on the Radio” and it’s Inara’s chorus that lodges into my brain, and won’t leave. This is one of those breakup songs that’s forward looking, and circumspect. Just a lovely piece of pop music.
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Earworm Wednesday: It Gets Ya at the Get-Go
It’s the first 11 seconds of the song.
But if I may defend for a second…
It was 1998, and a very good friend of mine let me borrow Wave of Mutilation: Best of Pixies. I knew nothing about Pixies, but as soon as I listened to that album, I pretty much played it non-stop for two months. (I will also admit that another good friend of mine tried to get me to listen to Surfer Rosa a year earlier, but it didn’t take so that doesn’t count.) The first good friend was very proud of themselves for converting me to be a Pixies fan, and my reward was him doing a spot on impression of these first 11 seconds of “Broken Face.” Not only does those 11 seconds get stuck in my head, but I can also see my friend’s face as he sung them to me – usually in his car as he drove us to a bar.
